As the bus continued on its way, even the dullest passengers had begun to realize something was wrong from the changing sky outside and the shifting surroundings.
"Driver, where the fuck have you taken us!?"
The first to start shouting were the two Street Punks. Watching the increasingly bizarre scenery outside, the tattooed Young Man seated by the aisle in the middle of the bus stood up and strode toward the front, cursing under his breath.
Lin He and Bai Zhi tacitly chose not to warn him. They merely watched the front of the carriage in silence.
Very soon, the Young Man reached the aisle beside the Old Woman. However, with his attention fixed on the front of the bus, he had no intention of glancing to the side.
"Hey! The driver asked you a question, what the fuck are you—"
Before he could finish, his gaze slowly rose, and an expression of overwhelming terror appeared on his face.
"Passenger, please return to your seat and remain seated."
His neck stretched upward like a noodle, nearly reaching the roof of the carriage. The Balding Driver slowly turned his head toward the Young Man, his face wearing an exceptionally stiff expression.
"I, Wang Dahai, have driven for twenty years without ever making a single mistake. You cannot question an Old Driver's professional standards."
"Ghost... a ghost..."
"Holy shit, Zheng Yaowen, what the hell is wrong with you? You're acting up again? Hurry up and apologize to the driver!"
Before the Young Man could stammer out his words, a louder voice drowned him out. The other Young Man got up from his seat, grabbed his Friend's hand, and raised his head with a fawning smile as he apologized to the driver.
"Sorry, sorry. I'm Xu Feng, and I apologize on my brother's